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A week later, Xiao Mocun and Zhou Zhijie set off together and drove to Qiongbei City, two hundred kilometers away, hoping to find a way out.

For the first half of the road, the drivers were replaced by two people, and then it was simply changed to Zhou Zhijie who was involved alone.

The reason is that Xiao Mocun unexpectedly acted a little nervous, always stepping on the brakes too quickly.

This scene is extremely rare, and Zhou Zhijie couldn't help but tease him: "Hey, a level 10 Alpha who is not afraid of nothing and fearless is also afraid sometimes? Let me see it quickly, engrave it in my mind and replay it later!"

As soon as he turned his head, Xiao Mocun pushed his face back hard: "Concentrate on driving."

"Look at you!" Zhou Zhijie smiled and turned a graceful turn, as if talking about cross talk, trying to make his friend happy.

Also Alpha, Zhou Zhijie's level is two levels lower than the one next to him.

Two levels are not a number, they are very different.

Sometimes he feels that he can understand Xiao Mocun from the perspective of an Alpha, and sometimes he feels that he does not understand what the Alpha of Eβ10 is thinking at all, such as when Xiao Mocun told him that he wanted to cure Yu Nian completely.

There is more than one way to cure dependence, and one of them should not be taken unless it is absolutely necessary, but Xiao Mocun found out later.

Fortunately, the head of this Eβ10 Alpha's neck is not filled with grass, so he didn't express too much after knowing it.

Just as he was about to talk to his friend about Yu Nian's illness, Zhou Zhijie suddenly heard a sound from the bluetooth headset in his right ear.

The other party was his only contact in Mercy Hospital, so he hurriedly picked it up.

"Are you sure? Are you sure he knows? If you want to be sure, we'll go straight to you."

"Okay, okay. Oh, don't worry, I know the rules. Doctors are parents, thank you. I definitely don't take things, and patients won't take things by themselves."

He gave Xiao Mocun a wink.

Seeing him comforting himself, Xiao Mocun smiled silently.

After hanging up the phone call, he let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally, I got some information. Let me say that the professor's old relationship may not be enough."

Xiao Mocun turned serious: "Does anyone know the identity of that patient?"

"It's said to be." Zhou Zhijie didn't look sideways. "I have a senior qualification who is about to retire. Now I work in the emergency pharmacy. He should be able to help us. I was stopped by someone. I guarantee that I won't get off work before five o'clock!"

"Thanks."

Zhou Zhijie glanced at him, "Hey, I found that you are really a little different today, and finally know how to take care of your own affairs?"

"It's not my business." Xiao Mocun denied it.

He was really nervous.

After meeting Yu Nian last time, the tenderness and protective desire that had been stingy in the bottom of my heart quietly raised her head, and then she was worried about the outcome of the treatment.

In case the doctor over there refuses to tell the truth, in case the patient cannot be contacted smoothly, in case the other party's treatment method is not suitable for him.

There are many possible scenarios, and finally converged into a worst possibility——

In case your illness is not cured.

He had thought about this possibility many times this week.

An Alpha who was adopted from a young age married a Beta after growing up, and finally had a child of his own, but in the end, even holding the baby in his arms and cuddling him to sleep was a luxury.

There are thousands of sad things in the world, and perhaps this one is the most sad and unacceptable.

But it's no use worrying.

Past life experiences have taught him that things don't always go the way you expect them to.

Two hours later, the two arrived at the Mercy Hospital, and as expected, they had a soft nail on the vice president.

The other party expressed deep sympathy for Xiao Mocun's experience, and hoped to help him a little bit, but firstly, the patient was not cured by him, and secondly, he could not reveal the identity of the patient casually.

"Can't even say the name?!" Zhou Zhijie became anxious on the spot.

The vice president cast a glance at him and began to speak in an official tone: "You should know that patients have the right to privacy. Besides, they made great contributions to the Mercy Hospital back then. How could they just tell you if they told you..."

"A big contribution? What kind of contribution." Zhou Zhijie put his heart on the line and asked sternly, "Is it a medical contribution or a monetary contribution?"

The deputy dean threw down two words: "All of them." Then they were invited out of the office.

After leaving the gate of the administrative building, Zhou Zhijie didn't dare to delay even half a minute, and dragged Xiao Mocun straight to the emergency room.

The two hurried to the pharmacy, and immediately filled the small compartment together with the wire guide.

"Old Xu, please help me..." The middleman was very willing to help, and kept pleading with the old man, "Look at this young man, he is still so young, if he can't be cured, he will be gone in a few years, what a pity ..."

Xiao Zhou's eyelids twitched when he said it.

The old man surnamed Xu sat firmly on the wooden chair, raised his wrinkled eyelids to look up and down Xiao Mocun, and was still blowing slowly on the thermos.

"If it can't be cured, just cut the glands, and the person won't die."

Zhou Zhijie almost went up to cover his mouth: "We haven't told the patient yet!"

Xiao Mocun frowned, and turned his eyes deeply: "It can be cured by removing the gland? Why didn't Professor Yang tell me."

"There is a reason not to tell you if I don't tell you." Zhou Zhijie said as if giving up, "But now you know anyway, so I won't hide it from you. Yes, this disease can be cured theoretically by removing the glands. , but do you know what it means to remove a gland?"

He looked gloomy: "From an Alpha of Eβ10 to an Alpha without a level, do you know what it means? It means that no one will look at you again, including Beta and Omega; realizing that you will never be in heat again, and you will never be in heat again." You can't mark anyone, your good skin can only be brought into the coffin."

For a creature like Alpha, the pheromone level means everything, ability, status, and respect, all of which are closely related to the number immediately following Eβ.

To remove the gland is to take back all the gifts of fate.

When Zhou Zhijie said this, Xiao Mocun was right in front of him, watching his facial features twisted together nervously, scaring himself with these possible consequences.

After a long time, he calmed down instead: "I know, my dad doesn't have glands. Not only what you said, but also different degrees of physical dysfunction and insomnia depending on the individual, requiring long-term medication."

It's not just Alpha, a person without glands will only live a life that is worse than death.Xiao Daihua is considered strong enough, but he still suffers from illness for many years.

"That's why we didn't tell you at the beginning, not to mention you thought—" Zhou Zhijie glanced at the people around him before he could speak, "Anyway, don't try to remove the glands as soon as you come up, try other things first. Let’s talk about the road, if it doesn’t work.”

"Of course." Xiao Mocun smiled helplessly, "Do you think I don't know the seriousness of the matter?"

He is going to be a father soon. There are old and young, and a Beta who follows him wholeheartedly. Without glands, what will he do to take care of the people he cares about?

After a pause, he put away his smile and said in a solemn tone, "I really can't live without this gland."

Everyone in the room looked at the old man in unison.

"Why are you staring at me?" The old man took a sip of tea slowly and smacked his mouth, "Just take off the glands, I don't know what you Alpha think about such a simple matter, and you just refuse to do it. I have lived for more than fifty years and never figured out that Alpha's self-esteem is really more important than life?"

At the end, he did not forget to threaten: "As far as I know, the other two patients died because they refused to remove their glands."

Alpha is such a stubborn and monolithic creature. The self-esteem that is firmly bound to pheromones is an electrified high-tension line, and no one can easily touch it, including themselves.

Xiao Mocun completely understood their thoughts.

Zhou Zhijie's heart suddenly rose to his throat, "Then you tell us where the patient who is still alive is!"

"How do I know, what are you calling?" The old man gave him a dissatisfied look, then paused and said, "But I should be able to tell you his name, as for where he is now and how he was cured, I don't know at all. "

Zhou Zhijie thanked him a lot after listening, and stood behind the old man with Xiao Mocun like a supervisor, staring at the old man slowly searching in the computer.

"Not this one."

"Not this one either."

……

Five minutes later, the two anxious people finally said, "I found it, it's him."

On the screen was an emergency medical record that had not yet been clicked. Zhou Zhijie asked, "How can you be sure it's him?"

"You little doctor... Do you think that Alpha of Eβ10 can be seen every day like radish and cabbage?" The old man glanced back at them, "He came to the emergency department for gland scratches back then, and I took him in."

As soon as the voice fell, the mouse clicked twice, and the narrow text suddenly became larger, and all the information seemed to pop out of the screen, intuitively presented in front of their eyes.

The photos are naturally missing, but the patient's name is impressively listed.

Qi Chengwen.

Three words that sound very gentle.

The shoulders of the other people present collapsed, and they breathed a sigh of relief——

Finally found it.

But Xiao Mocun, who was supposed to be the most excited, seemed to have suffered a fatal blow in an instant, his face changed color in shock, and his muscles tensed instantly.

How could it be him?

Looking at those three words again, Xiao Mocun's heart trembled violently, and he couldn't utter a single syllable with a pale face.

"What's wrong, Mo Cun?" Zhou Zhijie noticed something strange, turned his head and looked at his friend strangely, even the old man tilted his chair over.

"What's the matter, young man, don't you believe me?"

"Are you afraid you won't find him?"

The three talked to each other, but Xiao Mocun's ears were buzzing, his blood was cold, his hands and feet were stiff, and there was only a black cloud like black lead pressing on his heart, making his throat tight. I couldn't breathe for a long time.

That cloud was nothing but despair and humiliation.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, like the rapid playback of movie clips.His impoverished childhood, his high school years with lamps burning at night, his short and happy college life, his study abroad days in a basement, his marriage with Yu Nian after returning to China, every mark, every quarrel.

In the end, the doctor told him that Yu Nian had their child, and Yu Nian told him that the child's name was Mu Mu, and both boys and girls could use it.

Zhou Zhijie frowned deeply, pushed his shoulder and asked, "Mo Cun, what's wrong with you? Your face is too ugly."

"Mo Cun, Xiao Mo Cun—"

"Xiao Mo saves you to talk!"

Later, it was almost shouted.

After standing blankly for a long time, Xiao Mocun turned around slowly, his eyes turned around the three people in front of him, and then turned back to the computer screen.

"It can't be cured..." His lips moved.

Zhou Zhijie put his ear closer: "What did you say?"

Xiao Mocun's face was extremely gloomy, and his whole body felt a bone-chilling chill, "Zhijie, I can't cure it."